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Vol 2 Chapter 409: ·HE·Cicada Rain

The so-called sense of departure ends in controlled death.

Once people anticipate their own death and accept it calmly, they experience a strong sense of security.

Because they know that before that, all actions have meaning. They will know their end with unparalleled clarity, and their course of action will remain the same, from life to death.

Naraku has experienced this feeling of departure for more than four days.

Like picking up her backpack and starting a distant journey, her mood became extremely calm.

During these days, she thinks of many things.

For example, when I was a child, the voice from the family exhorted.

Since growing up, he has practiced his marksmanship every day.

The gloom in my heart when I boarded that ship with the task on my shoulders.

And the pain of losing vitality and being sucked dry of soul when captured by the princess.

and……

When she was most desperate, she saw the outstretched hand in the dark cloud-like darkness.

outstretched hand to her.

The owner of that hand was still standing in front of her, just like every time she saw him.

She stared at him for a long time through a narrow layer of morning mist and moisture. The morning light fell on his face like cutting the surface of the water and opening the milky petals.

She is leaving.

Even though she only just knew his real name.

"Su Ming'an." She said, "I want to go home."

"After that... I'll have someone take you back." Su Ming'an said.

Naruto smiled:

"I was alive as if I would never die... but when I die, it feels like I've never lived."

"..."

"Help me see the future of this world, okay?" Naruo said, "If you can come back from that cloud city, help me... take care of Duoya, okay? I don't know anyone here, She's the best person for me."

"..."

"Now think about it, the happiest time in my life was when I saw you come to save me." Naruo said softly:

"You are the prince, and I am the cursed princess."

After saying this, she suddenly noticed that her vision began to blur again.

A strong sense of weakness climbed up, and she had a very obvious premonition.

She lowered her eyes, saw the pale color, and began to climb up her fiery red hair little by little.

Under the fiery red hair that symbolizes youth and publicity, her exceptionally slender eyes are gradually showing blood.

With the warm wind blowing, her hair began to turn white and dry, her beautiful eyes gradually became cloudy, the whites of the eyes tended to turn yellow, and the originally fair skin became chapped and wrinkled.

As if the waterfall of time had completely fallen at this moment, her vitality was quickly drained away in just a few seconds.

The time to shine back has passed.

The morning light swayed on her gradually aging face, and there was a little water in her eyes.

The unstoppable passing of life is being staged in front of Su Ming'an and hundreds of millions of viewers. This is the ageing that cannot be stopped by manpower, and it is the solemn process of life silently coming to an end.

At the last moment of her life, Naraku saw that the person in front of him finally moved slightly, and the face that was too calm finally changed slightly.

When she was young, she wrote sad poems like her peers.

She said that if one day she was going to leave, she hoped that, like a scar on the bones and a fire on a pyre, she wanted her name to leave a mark on people's hearts.

She hoped that she didn't want any cremation or burial, and only hoped that someone would hug her with all their strength and build a hot tombstone for her.

But obviously, this is just "poetry".

like her,

It's just an "np" who can't leave this world.

She clung to the flowers in her hands.

The warm wind blew her long hair that was gradually turning pale, and the young and beautiful face that was like a red rose in full bloom, gradually showed the marks of the years.

The eldest young lady, who used to be young and vigorous, as bright as the wind, suddenly showed a smile.

"I won't follow you to the cloud city."

Facing the blue sky and the peaceful Praia, she smiled softly.

"You must..." She said, "Always remember Miss Ben, forever."

next moment,

Pale completely dyed her hair, she closed her eyes, and instantly melted into the light wind.

"Su Ming'an."

"You have to remember..." Her eyelashes trembled: "...My name is Naraku."

...

The bright fiery red faded away.

...

[You bastard, let me tell you that I will no longer be stupid and will not love you anymore! 】

[You have to remember that in this world, there will never be a woman who loves you as much as I do! 】

【Use your life to regret it! 】

...

【Like it? Want me to take you? But my mother said that this thing will become my dowry, it's very precious...]

[Rin, look, look, do I look good now? 】

[What are you going to do, take Miss Ben with you. In view of the fact that you have restored Miss Ben to her youthful beauty, I can give you a chance. 】

[I think even if I am so old and deaf, I won't be able to hear your name clearly. 】

[Then, you must take me to the cloud city, that is the fantasy of the adventurer's nature since I was a child! I am the young lady of the Mill family! 】

...

【What happened to your leg? 】

【Um, ah. In short, it is not very good to walk, I am tired. 】

...

[Naraku, turning other people's memories into their own tombstones is the most meaningless act. 】

[But, she just...wanted to go home. 】

...

【Give it to you. 】

...

[I don't remember my name. 】

[But I remember you. 】

...

【Take me...home, okay? 】

...

Warm winds swept across the land, and time passed.

At noon, a small stone monument was erected on the hillside in the central area of Praia.

Doya collapsed on the stone tablet, tears streaming down her face.

Beside her, stood a group of soul hunters dressed in black. Among them, there was a young man who had just fallen in love with Naraku in the past few days and was planning to confess.

They closed their eyes and bowed their heads, as if they were performing an ordinary farewell ceremony.

In this land, the handover of life and death is commonplace.

However, the deceased this time is a bit special.

She left at an inappropriate age and in a completely deviating manner.

Su Ming'an took the carving knife and engraved the poem on Naruo's paper on her tombstone.

The crooked young wooden sculpture fell beside him, flowers surrounded the small stone tablet, and there was a strand of white hair on the ground that had not been picked up.

Su Ming'an's hands were not stable, and he was not good at carving things on stones, but with the help of Ming state, great strength helped him to carve the small characters little by little.

He carves with the utmost care, like finishing a work of art.

After carving, he put down the carving knife and wiped the dust on the stone tablet with a cloth.

Buried under this stele is actually just a strand of white hair from Naruo.

Her body will be sent to Praia's merchant ship, followed by the caravan back to her hometown, fulfilling her long-cherished wish.

...she always wanted to go home.

He stood up and turned around.

"Let's go, it's almost noon." Noel, who just arrived, said, "Today is the last day, we should board that city."

"There are five tulip hearts here, it should be one for each person, but the fifth person in our team, don't ask, he still hasn't appeared." Su Mingan distributed the tulip hearts in his hand that could resist the poisonous gas of Yunshangcheng .

Before, Su Rin was able to resist the poisonous gas in Yunshangcheng, and it was the help of the Kraken's soul, but now she is no different from disappearing, and he must need the heart of tulips to defend against the poisonous gas.

"I didn't succeed in bringing Mo Wen back, he disappeared." Lu Shu shook his head: "I will contact him to have a look after I go back. After the copy is over, he should be forcibly teleported back."

"Waste squad quota." Noel said aside.

The conflict between him and Lu Shu still exists. This week, Nuoer had not pointed at Lu Shu's nose yet, so Lu Shu was not as depressed as before.

"I admit that Mo Wen's existence is really not helpful." Lu Shu said, "I made a mistake in my decision. I'm sorry."

"..." Noel stopped talking.

"Let's go." Lin Yin took the initiative to mediate the scene: "I saw that the pier was very lively. Banners, fireworks, balloons, and the crowd were crowded. It should be a farewell celebration for you, Su Mingan."

Su Ming'an remembered the scene of the farewell scene sixty years ago in Su Rin's Memory Stone.

The scene this time should be similar to the last time.

"Let's go."

Su Mingan turned back and glanced at Duoya who was wiping her tears.

"Stop crying," he said. "She doesn't want to see it either."

"...I see." Duoya wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Facing the group of people who were about to turn and leave, her straight back suddenly bent down.

At the same moment, the soul hunters around her also became shorter. They leaned over, bowed their heads, and bowed deeply to Su Mingan and his party.

"Lord Su Rin, thank you... No, you, everything you have done for Praia." Doya bowed deeply.

"Yeah." Su Ming'an responded very lightly.

When he and Nuoer left, his eyes were still fixed on the favorability reminder that sounded not long ago.

[NPC (Naraku), favorability: 90+10 (love line)]

[Current Favorability Rating: Eternal Love]

...

Su Mingan remembered.

In his first game, when he activated the Power Master skill on Naraku, the system displayed it.

[The current favorability has reached (friendship line highest)]

then,

Her relationship with Su Rin was clearly just a "friendship line".

"..."

He folded the piece of paper on which the poem was written, put it together with the wooden sculpture left by Naraku, and put it into the two adjacent compartments in the backpack.

At this moment, he heard the prompt sound from the system.

"Ding dong!"

[(Naraku) HE ending progress: 100%]

...

【You have reached the end of (Naraku) character: HE·Cicada Shiyu】

[(Cicada Shiyu): "You must... always, always, remember me."

"Remember my name."

"...My name is Naruto."]

...

Su Ming'an closed the system interface, did not speak, and left here.

In the lively celebration and farewell, he and Nuoer passed by the flowing river and were sprinkled with petals and colorful silk.

The warm wind blows through the lively crowd.

A black-clothed, white-haired old lady was leading her daughter and granddaughter, standing quietly among the farewell crowd on the street corner, holding a bottle of aged rice wine with daisies in her hands.

The old man Cliff, squinting, led a group of surviving soul hunters to bid farewell here. In his hand, he was holding the wooden box containing the medals of Eske and Kalocha.

The female pirate named Elena seemed to have found a new target. She leaned on the man's shoulder with a lazy posture, but her eyes were always fixed on Su Ming'an and his party.

Sevia, Archerev, and Lucia were hidden in the darkness. After watching Su Mingan and his party leave, they silently retired amid the cheers of the people.

The bright afternoon sun shines on the whole group of people, with a bright silk-like color.

They said goodbye to the people in Praia and walked to the church with the Cloud City Teleportation Array.

At the same time, on the side of the pier, the whistle sounded, and the crowd was crowded. The parting crew and passengers waved to their family and friends on the deck.

This is a ship carrying the survivors of the shipwreck of the Empire of Art back home. After the feast at sea, they have a chance to return home.

When the passengers slowly walked into the cabin, a dark coffin decorated with bright red roses was carefully loaded onto the giant ship.

It lay quietly in the cabin, strapped to a fiery red spear.

"buzz"

With a sound, the giant ship set off with a long sound.

The flag representing the Yate Empire was swaying on the ship, and the giant ship was about to row across the vast sea and head towards the distant sky.

It has a stable structure and is Praia's most solid boat model.

Like an unsinkable pearl.

...

With a cool sea breeze, blowing this piece of land full of pain.

It skimmed over the refuge boats on the South Side, the island walls, the East Side kebab shops, bungalows, and a sewing machine in front of the window.

It passed through the royal city in the northern district. The new golden-armored knight commander was marching in line with the knights. The nobles discussed and elected a new king.

It brushed people's cheeks full of traces of the years, stopped in the stream sprinkled with petals, passed through the dark alleys full of garbage...

It came to an unusual hillside near the central city.

On the ordinary hillside, stood an extraordinary stone tablet.

On the stele, an unprofessional sculptor once used a very unprofessional technique to engrave dense small characters with great care.

It was not the name of the deceased, nor the date of her birth or death, but a beautiful poem from another world that she had heard before her death.

...

[Don't stand at my grave and cry. 】

[I'm not there,]

[I didn't fall asleep. 】

【I am the spring breeze that blows by thousands of times,】

【I am the light shining on the snow,】

【When you wake up in the silent dawn,】

【You will see me soaring high. 】